The leaves are close to each other side by side,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
looming, smoky,
Pieces of green in different shades,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
like a paradise on earth,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
t wind,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
like a mirage,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
at a glance,
zigzag lotus pond,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
Naughty blowing little bubble
full of connected dense green leaves,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
Music water dance in the fountain,
Showing a winding mountain scene,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,